Aren’t You seventeen Not eighteen. Don’t lie about Your age if you’re going To do nsfw. For One it’s illegal and Two most adults don’t want their Porn from a Kid. You’re seventeen. :)
Do I know you?? 😭 (with all due respect)
1, I don't know you, so I dunno how you'd come to this conclusion. Sure, as a kid I used to lie about my age, but that's just something kids do
2, seeing as this is my first time responding to an ask like this I'm not taking this all that seriously, I'm sure you're a cool person whose looking out for minors and adults alike, but accusing someone of lying about their age is a heavy thing to do
You do you man, but I am also turning off anonymous asks. If you have an issue with my age of all things, please just PM me, it's genuinely easier to hold a conversation like that lol ✌
(Sorry if this doesn't make sense, wrote this while taking a break from practicing guitar)
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Now that I'm 18, I'm legally allowed to say that I headcanon Solomon to be really sweet in bed.
NSFW up ahead! MDNI!
He'd be the kind of lover to take things nice and slow after the first few times, once he's really comfortable. Sure, the first couple of times are him being a teasing bitch— a sharp thrust here, a slow drag there, a slight grind forward.
Despite this, I'm yet to be convinced that he's the type of man to not savor his lovers.
Whether it be his tongue delved into you, savoring the taste of whatever he's thoroughly tongue fucking clean, or his cock or stretching you in just the right places, just barely scraping against the right areas.
He likes it slow, sensual, and time consuming. He wants to remember every engraving, every bump. Solomon wants to feel you shift, feel you clench.
He's been alive a long, long time, and yet he can't help but feel bathed in youth when he's bedding you. Let him have that a while longer, won't you?
hii im the anon that asked for the yandere solomon x trusting reader/mc one and i just wanted to reassure you that you’re not that late and it was so fun to read! it had me stimming n shit hehehe. id be thrilled if you added more if you can see yourself doing so, but ultimately i am BEYOND satisfied, so please please don’t stress over it tysm!!!!! also i love the way you write the shady nerd
Now you've got ME stimming, thank you so much! I didn't go into it with much confidence but now I'll definitely be adding more to the idea when I get the chance to, it was really fun when I got in the zone and I'm just sad class cut my writing short </3
i have an idea i think is cute/cool, feel free to ignore of course!
can i get fluff hcs or a drabble of a yandere solomon w a willing mc who trusts him blindly and trusts no one else?
Super short, I wrote this during class :(
Also super sorry this is crazy late, I've been on a tight schedule and haven't had the time to sit and think about how I'd write this so it's rushed and messy, I may come back to this and edit it to be longer in a few days
Also this is less yandere and more possessive, mainly because I don't see him as a very violent yandere, more just possessive or manipulative
yandere!Solomon x trusting!darling
Brief warning for mentions of body horror to a child (made up story by the slimy bastard /aff)
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"Mammon tried to make a pact with me. Said it was to keep me safe."
A still pause occurred.
"And did you?" The sorcerer's eyes raked over the room to your curled up form, sat on the bed with a blanket in your lap and book in your hand.
The sigil on the back of your neck burned with the masked fury of the immortal, and you gave a snort despite the discomfort.
"Who do you take me for?" Silence envelopes the room once again as Solomon blinked before smiling eyes narrowing a sliver. He nods in silent approval as he stands from his chair.
A hand ghosts the back of your neck, and the magically tattooed figure on the skin soothed as his anger dissipated. He hummed and cupped it, your head bowing along to accommodate the action.
"My good, adorable apprentice." You shudder softly.
Yes, that's how it'd been for quite some time now. Sure, it was wrong. You weren't stupid. But you merely didn't care.
Chapped lips pressed into. Yours with a thumb tilting your chin, and your eyes shut as you feel the familiar warmth of a spell being cast on you. Solomon never told you what it was. That's how it always was, and how it'd always be.
When the kiss ended, the warmth faded and settled deep into your bones. You'd come to associate this particular warmth with protection.
The sorcerer was all yours, and no amount of prying or pushing from otherworldly beings such as the demons who'd kidnapped you or the angels who were too kind would ever have him slipping away from you.
He certainly wouldn't let you go without a fight, anyways.
- There is no doubt in my mind Solomon would be a casually possessive yandere. He'd thrive if you were so trusting towards him, and would get a power trip if it's only him you seem to trust
- I like to imagine he'd have taken advantage of the immediate mistrust that came with the whole "summoned into another world by stranger demons who claim this and that" to swoop you off your feet. After all, wouldn't you trust the only human around?
- the sigil on the back of your neck is like a pact I like to think, something he has to mark you as his. It burns and warms with his emotion like one, too, so if he's mad it'll get uncomfortably hot and if he's happy, it'll simmer down
- he'd definitely cast magic on you without telling you what it is, though. I picture him doing anything from tracking spells to minor love spells (as needed if needed at all) to wards to get otherworldly beings to back off
- you probably still live at the HoL officially, but you definitely spend your time with him 24/7
- after all, who knows what those rotten demons may do to you if you're not kept safe and sound? You certainly don't trust the people who kidnapped you, and Solomon feeds into that by sharing stories of all the bad things demons have done to him and others
- speaking of, he'd probably not be the kind of yandere to get his hands dirty, I imagine he'd wind up probably being a lot more manipulative and let his magic do the trick
- oh, a demon offered you something that was supposedly human safe, but you didn't take it anyways? Smart choice, has he told you of the time one of those pathetic monsters offered a child candy that melted the poor kid's insides?
- he'd be possessive, manipulative, and would definitely twist stories to keep you relying on the only human around— him
Honestly I feel like initially, neither of the two would understand how to handle this.
The first time they see you staring off into space, eyes blank and glazed over looking lost in another world, Ace would probably try and snap you out of it. Clapping beside your ear, shaking you, asking questions— it'd probably take a few more times for him to accept that its better to just talk to you and let you do your own thing.
With Deuce, he's likely to not approach it as Ace had, he's far more likely to call out your name a few times before deciding you just need some time. Eventually he'd likely do something like hold your hand as you grow closer to help ground you, if eh figures out what's going on.
Together the duo, if you're all close, would likely wind up doing a mixture of talking and having some type of weight on you. Whether to be some kind of object of Ace's legs strewn over your lap, the two would likely understand after a while that you simply need company and something to keep you with them.
Whether it be the teasing chatter of Ace narrating his latest card trick or ranting about Riddle, or Deuce's body heat against you or hand in hand.
8.5/10, past initial confusion, they're both surprisingly good at handling dissociation.
You sigh, a hand running through your hair and bent over the table. A few papers and books were scattered about, and you give a whine bleeding out of the sigh.
"Okay, that's it!" He huffs, crossing his arms and meaning back.
"You're gettin' all stuffy again. You start to get stressed, you get noisy, then you start to cry because you're pushing yourself. Sound 'bout right?"
Before you can open your mouth to reply, blinking in surprise, he goes on.
"It's hard, 'kay? It's hard and it sucks and nobody likes it. But you've gotta. But ya know what?"
Weakly, you smile sheepishly and ask— "What?"
He smirks. "You don't gotta be the best at it or get everything right. You'll do fine, have you seen your other grades? Just breathe and calm down or whatever. Doodle if ya have to."
You nod and bite your lip, taking a deep breath.
"You're right. Thank you."
"Anytime."
Silence envelopes the dining hall until a single question is parted from your lips.
Warning: scared reaction to a hallucination, confirmed hallucination, no mention of what it is, character up to interpretation
★—–-
It's late, but you're quivering, sat up right and staring at the side of the bed with wide eyes and a racing heart.
He knows your heart is racing. He can hear it. He can feel it.
Feel it in the way your body is tense and you look unresponsive, dazed and far off. Feel it in the way you reach a shaky hand to him to shake him, not realizing he's awake now, too.
"Check it," you breathe out, "Please."
So, he gets up, feet touching the ground, and walking to your side of the bed.
This isn't the first time it's happened, but each time he hopes it's the last. For your sake.
Carefully, he steps directly into where you were staring at, and you blink for a moment. Confused. Reality is quick to crash down, though, and the relief is obvious on your face.
"Hallucination," he assures. You nod with a wavering sigh.
"Hallucination," you say back.
He walks around the side of the bed again, sliding in and leaning over you, where he kisses you with a soft hum. When he pulls away, you smile, though it's rigid.
i hope the michael reveal is stupid. i hope we just get teleported to the celestial realm out of nowhere and the only dialogue option we get it "where the hell am i?!" only for someone to go "you're not even in hell, dear human!" and then He Appears and we all blow up
MC eats Solomon’s food and get transported to Michael’s kitchen and gets to enjoy the sight of Michael scarfing down a piece of cake in the middle of the night in his pajamas.
Someone sent me the greatest ask while I was away for 10 days and recovering for the reason I was away so just be prepared I'm writing something, it's just taking a while since I'm busy lately :(
I like to imagine that while yes, demons and angels can get injured, they have no idea what sickness is. So one day when you wake up really sick, they think you're cursed.
They think it's an awfully strong curse, actually, because they can't even pinpoint what it is or any trace of magic, but they can just feel something is there and it's wrong and not normal and that you're not okay.
Maybe at first the brothers try and not tell anyone since they think they can solve it without help, but after the third day and no progress and you laying in bed, unable to eat, sweating, vomiting, sneezing, and pale, they decide to suck it up and bring you to the castle.
Another personal favorite idea of mine is that due to the lack of sun, the Devildom is absolutely freezing most of the time, so it's harder to recover if you fall ill.
Upon reaching the castle and explaining, Diavolo assigns Barbatos to help care for you. When even that doesn't work as well as it should and finding the right spell to work is hard, they turn to Purgatory Hall to help.
Of course, the angels are just as confused. Why are you not getting better? Why are you only getting worse?
It's not until, through gasps of air after laughing so hard when he realizes what's wrong, that they get an explanation. That this is something called illness and that you're not getting better because it's too cold.
So he's asked to curse you, pride thrown aside. When he actually sees you, though... He frowns, immediately switching into concern and doing things like checking your temperature, getting you water, trying (and getting kicked out for even thinking of the kitchen) to make you soup, and so on. Simple things to get you going.
When asked why he's not just healing you, the explanation boils down to how complex diseases can be and how he'd have to find the exact strand of whatever you have to get a spell ready.
So, instead, you're kept in the castle with a heating spell in the room and the utmost pampering and divine of services to help.
Simeon and Luke and Barbatos make you gentle foods to help your stomach. Lucifer and Diavolo and Solomon and Mephistopheles and Raphael come to check on you. Asmodeus and Satan come to help make sure you're bathed and your clothes are changed, that you truly are getting better. Mammon and Leviathan and Beelzebub and Belphegor are the best conversation, company, and entertainment you have. Thirteen makes sure that things are okay by making sure your candle is still lit, maybe a little dim, but lit nonetheless.
And when you do finally get better, you don't miss the opportunity to go out of your way and thank them all individually.
You can't tell me Solomon hasn't slipped up and was thought to be insane. Warning for a lot of talk about alcohol and being drunk, super short ✌
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"Oh! I wasn't aware I lived with someone diagnosed with clinical insanity!"
"Hey, hey, come on now— it was an accident, I was drunk! Can you blame a drunk man for rambling about magic?"
"No," MC's lips pursed, "But I can blame you for doubling down about it the next day. You know, when you weren't inebriated."
Solomon, poor, poor Solomon, had no defense to such a fact. Had he known at the time he'd be labeled insane, he would've never spewed on about immortality, magic, or demonic pacts. Hell, he wouldn't have touched the drink he had if he was aware of how much alcohol content was in it.
Of course, the diagnosis was a combination of being around shitty people and stigmatization at the time. The 40s and 50s weren't known for their openness to anything other than psychopathy or insanity in most places.
"You wound me. Is this how you treat me? Your beloved househusband?"
MC snorted.
"Insane househusband. Get it correct."
Solomon gave a disgruntled sound followed up by a long, clearly drawn out sigh as he hid a smile.
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